Abigail gets the Tentacles

As you turn to run you hear Abigail's voice. "Wait. It's me. It's chosen me." You look back to her and see she is facing away from you, toward the creature. "I can tell. The collar won't let me run." She looks over to you, you see trepidation in her eyes but also relief. "I'm glad it's not you." She takes a deep breath and says. "Please stay, if it lets you. I think it wants to see how you will react to this. I'll probably get better rewards if you stay. Besides...you should see this. It will be your turn sooner or later."

You step up beside her. Gripping her shoulder you say to her. "I won't let it touch you. I promise." You take half a step forward, readying yourself to intercept the beast.

She looks to you with a sort of tragic admiration. "You won't. But thank you for trying."

The creature moves forward, it's purple device allowing it to float past the confines of the path. It gets within 10 yards or so when a dark translucent dome emanates out from it, covering itself and the two of you. You hear moans of disappointment from the gathered visitors. The three of you stand beneath the dome, you can see vaguely out of it but you were assuming nobody could see in. This must be the privacy dome Abigail spoke of.

It continued to approach, it's mouth-stalks beginning to wave back and forth. You swallow hard and step forward. "Get back you freak!" You rush forward, attempting to grab it's nearest trunk in your hands. Again you are stopped a foot from the creature. It makes a blubbling sound and it's orange eyes dart around. It was hard to read but you had the impression it very much enjoyed your display.

It continues moving forward, you are **** back from it. Despite your efforts you cannot touch it or slow it down, always kept a foot away from it.

It slithers a veiny pulsing tentacle forward, the tongue-like appendage emerging from the end and feeling Abigails face and neck. She cringes a bit at it's mucousy touch.

By this point you are yelling and flailing at it, helpless to stop it. "Leave her alone you ugly son of a bitch!" Your fists and feet always stopping a foot away. They weren't really hitting anything solid, just stopping. You shout and rant and scream and threaten, nothing except wiggling tentacles and the strange orange eyes staring at you. You can't even slow it down.

Abigail looks at you with nervous eyes. "You can't stop him. Just be there when this is over. Okay?"

You look at her, a combination of rage and frustration coursing through you. "I'm sorry."

Despite the tongue begining to slide down her poncho she gives you a forlorn smile. "It's okay. Really."

The creature pulls off the poncho over her head and tosses it to the ground. She stands there naked. While pretty in a girl next door sort of way she had a very plain body. Pale, thin but slightly doughy, the odd mole or birthmark here and there. Her mid-sized breasts drooped down and slightly out to the sides, her big pointed nipples were a pinkish brown, and her muff was natural and just a slightly darker brown than her hair. She had nice curves though nothing exceptional. She was the type of cute ordinary girl you absolutely would have gone after back in the real world, she was reminiscent of your former girlfriend in fact. Which made this all the worse!

Three of the creatures tentacles move forward, the tongues extend and begin exploring the woman's body. They run up and down her arms and legs, over her front and back, around limbs and her neck. The tongues seemed to be able to extend about three feet from the stalk itself and were as strong, flexible, and prehensile as an octopus tentacle. For her part Abigail just closed her eyes and stood with her arms and legs apart. You see her begin to blush, her breath begins to pick up, even her nipples seemed to stiffen.

She breathes hard as she talks to you, trying to educate you through this process. "The...uh...the collar...it's exciting my body...whoo..." She swallows hard. "...they often do this....with us women...it's actually better this way...whooo...." You see beads of sweat start do bead around her body. The tongues shift their focus, slapping and licking across her pliant tits. She lets out a breathy moan. "Ohhhh..." She looks at you with wide eyes, her pupils dilated. "Could you...ohhhh...could you hold my hand?"

You stood there staring. The request had taken you off guard. You had been considering trying to leave as just being near this was bad enough. You really weren't sure you could do this.

"...please..." She pleads. "...let me feel you..." She reaches toward you. "...let me feel something...human...ohhhh...." Two of the tongues had retracted and now two sucking mouths had engulfed her breasts. Slurp...suck...slurp...suck...slurp...suck. Occasionally the tongues would peak out to swirl around her tits before the mouths took them back in again.

Reluctantly you step forward. You reach out and take her warm sweaty hand. She grabs on tight and looks at you. The alien thing does nothing to interfere with you. Her breath was picking up even more now. "Thank you!" You hold onto her hand with both of yours. The creature watches you both with it's weird soulless eyes.

A long slithery tongue snakes up her leg and begins exploring her pussy. She trembles and moans, using your grasp to help support herself. You hear the slimy squelch as it twists and thrusts to penetrate her. She grips your hand as tightly as she can. "OHHH...ohhh..." Another tentacle soon joins in the action and probes into her ass. "Ungh...grrrrr...ohhhhh..." She winces as the thing begins D-Ping her. The two mouths on her breasts continue slurping and sucking as the long thick tongues in her cunt and asshole begin pistoning in and out of her, alternating one then the other.

"OHHHHHHH!" You hear her orgasm, her body shudders and buckles only to be held up around the waist by yet another veinous pulsating tentacle. You simply couldn't believe what you were seeing. The sound of it was unreal; squirty, slimy, and suctiony. Abigail continues to hold your hand tight as the creature picks up pace, the twin tongues ramming into her were now in unison. Each thrust punching her body upward. She cries and wails as another orgasm then another rocks through her. A second tongue joins in and slides in beside the one already in her dripping sloppy slit, stretching her to the limit. You feel her vibrate as she grits her teeth as she fights through a whole body climax.

As the ordeal continues she tries to avoid looking at the alien and whenever she can looks at you. Really looks at you. Perhaps trying to connect the sensations she was having with your face and form. She holds onto your hand like a lifeline. The creature continues on like this for some time. She comes so many times that you lose count. You are worried for her. Looking at the alien you plead, "Okay, haven't you had enough?"

After a few more minutes it begins slowing down, and then all of a sudden it stops completely. It retracts its tentacles all at once from her. She wails at the sudden change. "OHHHHH!" You literally have to catch her as she falls to the ground. Seconds later you hear a blip as the ball creature's pass device switches from purple back to green once more. The privacy dome disappears and it zips back to the path as if propelled there by an outside ****.

Abigail clasps onto you as you gather her poncho and put it on her. She was slimy with the creatures secretions. She holds onto your arms gasping. "Thank you." She says.

You look to the pond which you are still beside. You start moving her closer to it to wash her up. You hear a whirring noise and look up to see a little drone like thing fly up and drop a bottle of rum at your feet. It bounces off the grass and comes to rest. It was just a regular mass produced bottle of rum from earth that you could find in any liquor store. You look at it uncomprehending for a second. Then you look to the path to see the creature look at you, then float away with a group of others. It was rewarding you. Not her but you! For watching you guess.

'I must be in hell.' You think. You pick up Abigail and walk into the pond, clothes and all. The pair of you hold each other for a while in the warm water as she recovers.